Translated by Basingh
BOOM!
The black war halberd pierced straight through Xiao Li’s body. His figure, like a ghost in the dark night, slowly materialized.
"This… this is the power of darkness…"
Xiao Li’s face twisted in terror. In a panic, he rapidly formed hand seals.
“Buzz—”
But Cang Lu gave him no chance. The Blood Fiend Halberd trembled violently, and Xiao Li’s body withered at an alarming rate.
The laws of energy entwining his body were ruthlessly sucked away by the halberd. Xiao Li let out a terrified scream, struggling desperately.
But after just two cries—he stopped moving.
His entire body had been drained dry, reduced to a shriveled husk by the Blood Fiend Halberd.
“Huff.”
Cang Lu flicked his halberd, and Xiao Li’s lifeless corpse was sent flying. Now that every last ounce of his vitality had been consumed, there was no point in storing him in the Chaos Space. Long Chen didn’t even bother.
“Long Chen!”
At that moment, Yue Xiaoqian and the others rushed over. They saw Long Chen, pale-faced and slightly panting, his hands a bloody mess.
Concern flashed in their eyes.
“I’m fine…”
Long Chen reassured her, but the moment he spoke, his body swayed slightly. Yue Xiaoqian quickly caught him.
Seeing her worried expression, Long Chen quickly explained, “I overexerted myself earlier. The recoil force hit me hard, but I’ll be fine after some rest.”
This was the difference between the Seven-Colored Emperor Flame and the Purple Blood Emperor Flame. The Purple Blood Emperor Flame was smooth and controlled, rarely causing backlash in combat.
But the Seven-Colored Emperor Flame was wild and untamed, difficult to wield properly—like using a rigid hammer instead of a flexible one. A rigid hammer absorbed no impact, making it easy to injure oneself.
Thus, craftsmen always used flexible hammers when striking massive stones.
Long Chen’s backlash came from two factors—his lack of mastery over the Seven-Colored Emperor Flame and, more importantly, the sheer resilience of his opponent.
“That Xiao Li was terrifying. His aura alone was enough to crush our spirits. For Lord Long Chen to defeat him… it’s unbelievable.”
A powerful warrior from the Shi Mo Tribe spoke with lingering fear.
Xiao Li’s law-based powers had been overwhelming, making them believe that Long Chen was doomed.
Seeing Yue Xiaoqian’s worried expression, Long Chen chuckled, “He was strong, no doubt. But in a one-on-one fight, even if he had a hundred chances, the outcome wouldn’t change.”
“He had law-based powers, sure, but I still suppressed him. And besides, his combat techniques were full of flaws.”
“His biggest strength was fighting within his dark domain, ambushing his enemies from the shadows.”
“But outside of that domain, in a head-on battle, he was nothing more than a toothless tiger.”
“I gave up on finesse and fought him head-on because I wanted to test just how powerful law-based forces really are.”
Long Chen glanced at his still-bleeding fists, his expression turning grave.
In the final clash, Xiao Li had unleashed the power of his ancestors, amplifying his laws to an even higher level. The resulting force had nearly shattered Long Chen’s fist.
“Long Chen, don’t worry! I’ve started forming my own Natal Divine Mark. Soon, I’ll be able to control law-based powers too!” Yue Xiaoqian said eagerly.
Long Chen was momentarily stunned. “Already?”
Not long ago, Yue Xiaoqian had just stepped into the Guiyi Realm. Her Emperor Flame hadn’t even fully fused yet.
But now, as he sensed her energy, her Emperor Flame was seamless—completely integrated.
Long Chen couldn’t help but marvel. The power of inheritance was truly astounding.
Yet, amidst his admiration, a faint trace of sorrow surfaced. Within Yue Xiaoqian’s aura, he could feel the lingering presence of Ni Ya.
Inheritance always came with a price.
The predecessors planted the trees, and the successors took shade beneath them. The ancestors of the Shi Mo Tribe had given their last ounces of strength to empower their descendants.
This was more than just a transfer of power—it was the passing of will and spirit, something deeply worthy of respect.
Long Chen turned his gaze toward the warriors of the Shi Mo Tribe.
Tens of thousands had now reached the peak of the Human Emperor Realm, condensing 999 strands of Emperor Flame.
Among them, nearly a thousand had begun fusing their Emperor Flames, including Fei Shuang—the warrior who had lost an arm.
Despite her missing limb, her Emperor Flame burned with greater intensity than most.
A genius among geniuses.
Even with the blessing of her ancestors, merging Emperor Flames with an incomplete body should have been near impossible. Yet she was doing it.
However, Long Chen could see signs of instability in her flames.
This meant that her path ahead would be treacherous. One misstep, and she would be lost forever.
“Lord Long Chen, please don’t worry about me.”
Fei Shuang’s voice entered Long Chen’s mind through a private transmission.
“With someone like you protecting Lady Sheng Gu, I have no more regrets.”
“If I can die on the battlefield like my ancestors, I will go with a smile.”
Proud and unyielding—like a plum blossom blooming in the winter snow.
She had no desire for pity. She had once harbored hostility toward Long Chen, seeing him only as a Nine-Star Successor.
But after witnessing him in battle, after hearing him declare, "For you all, I will stand against the entire world if I must!"—she had changed.
Even with her inherited power, she knew this was her limit.
Her chaotic Emperor Flame was unpredictable. In the heat of battle, it could either explode, crippling her—or outright kill her.
And knowing herself, she would only accept the latter.
She simply hoped for the chance to take down as many enemies as possible before she fell.
Long Chen looked at her, silent for a moment.
Then, he transmitted his reply:
“Don’t worry. I’ll craft a special pill just for you—to balance the chaos in your Emperor Flame.”
“You still have a chance to form your Natal Divine Mark. Trust me.”
Fei Shuang opened her mouth as if to protest—
But suddenly, Long Chen’s expression darkened.
“Xie Yue! Get us out of here! More enemies are coming!”
“Buzz—”
A blood-colored barrier expanded, engulfing everyone.
In the next instant—
They vanished.
“WHOOSH!”
Barely a moment later, the sky tore open as hundreds of figures descended.
Their bodies shimmered with star-like brilliance, their blood radiating an overwhelming pressure.
As they landed, the world trembled. Even the heavens seemed to shudder at their presence.
They were the ones who had once made all of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths quake in fear—
The Nine-Star Successors.
At the forefront, a woman stood.
Her aura was far more terrifying than the rest. Within her deep, eerie gaze, countless stars shimmered and swirled.
“They just left… Strange. Could they have sensed us?”
Someone frowned. “Impossible. With Lady Bing Yi here, no one should be able to detect us.”
“Unless…”
Lady Bing Yi’s eyes narrowed. “There was a Nine-Star aura here. But… the energy is different from ours.”
A chilling realization dawned upon them.
“They haven’t gone far.”
Bing Yi’s eyes gleamed coldly.
“We’re going after them.”
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